Good Love

t toward my face but again she would not let me take her fingers into my mouth. Going in for the kill, she wiped her stickiness all over my face, quickly dodging when I

le thinking of me," I groaned, hopin

on to find my hidden box of her memories, and then masturbated to them while saddened that her panties no longer held her smell. My revelation seemed to push a butto

n her sex, so wet she was. "I also dreamed about your scent," she continued as her eyes closed dreamily, "I never fo

s up even further, until I could see her cute tinier orifice, glistening from the juices leaking down from her pu

me." I glanced over and saw her wet middle finger leave her pussy, drop down an inch, circle around at the t

- Orkideh --

e the grill of the truck seemed to pass within inches of my face as Jackson swerved further left to avoid a collision by a matter of inches. We ended up on the opposite shoulder facing oncoming traffic th

g ragged, it was a few minutes before either of us could speak. My heart was beating in my chest so hard I could hear it, and thought I could hear

--, about two hours drive outside of Montreal, situated between a lake and a mountain. My sister had told me about it a couple of years ago: its beautiful lake, majestic

same idea to enjoy this day while immersed in nature. I lost my nerve and put my hijab and sunglasses back on

solutely spectacular panoramic view of the Adirondacks. A cool breeze flowed over the summit, making me sh

ngue to follow. I found his kisses so addictive that I couldn't physically pull my lips away, so I pinched him and nodded toward the other couple standing not twenty feet away from us when he pulled back to see what was wrong. They were also enjoyi

ok us along the shores of -- I laughed as Jackson tried to imitate a true French speaker while reading the sign indicating the lake ahead of us. He told me t

noon it really started to feel like we were in our own little world where we were free to be a loving couple, not hiding in secret. There were many couples out there, and some families with kids in tow. Some people were getting in the water a

r access and he took it, his lips claiming the area just under my jaw. The nerve endings there seemed to have a direct line of communicatio

ige of anonymity. My heart started racing as I knew what was coming. This time

ause-you-two-are-dry-humping-in-public" kissing, but it was deep, soulful kissing nonetheless. I got lost in his lips, so wonderf

uld never return, no marriage vows being broken. There was just the incredible connection we felt for each other, consummated in the caress of his tongue sliding against my own. Starting to feel too comfortable, lost in

day, you know," I h

d no good response to such an admission so I

could continue walking

rge tent erected in his pants. He was trying to use my body to shield him from others' vie

e promised softly in my ea

I stood. "Oy!" I yelped when I felt his fingers pinch my rear. I elbo

gical wetland where towering trees sprang forth out of a shallow sea of still water. T

else coming along and then nervously broke away. For some reason, kissing out in the open on the lake shore seemed more acceptable, where